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I had just bathed and settled down to watch a Porn movie and enjoy myself with a bottle of Red, one of the few little treats I give myself, when my husband was away working on the rigs, on his two on and two off schedule.
I had spoke with him a little back around six, just before he went on night tower, and it had been eight days since I last was with him, so my juices were flowing.
All day had been leading to this moment, a magical time for a woman, where her mind and body can go somewhere no man can physically, into the realms of her fantasies, where she dons a new persona, full of insatiable sluttiness, sperm baths and gang bangs, where no means yes, and your bum is a sex hole.
I was really getting into the theme, dressed in suspenders and thigh high cut diamonds, making my long legs worth the upwards journey to my wet cunt, and beyond to my tits, where my hardened nipples stood out begging to be sucked, just touching them made my pussy seep more lubrication.
I was so bad on his last hitch I ordered Pizza, and was so nervous when the guy arrived I could feel my pee run out of me and down my legs, which shook causing me to drop my purse, I knew I was moments from letting a stranger inside me to cum, I actually think I was starting to orgasm, such was my imagination and daring-do.
I studied the DVD cover and looked at the guys cocks on the photos, they were always big and as I flooded my senses with the imagery I played with my labia and clitoris, hearing the familiar sloppy noises my cunt had been making since my early teens, there was no doubting my love of feeling a man’s fingers inside me, why else would a f******n year old girl go to the cinema without her panties, other than to sit beside some dirty old man and play footsie, once the lights were down.
Sitting down and making sure your bared bum was on the cloth cushion and your coat was across your lap. I liked the Odean Cinema, they only had those drop down arms that separated people, mine was always up, that way he could finger me, as I lay my head on my partners shoulder, and even if he did not make me cum, I certainly did, once I got home and in between the sheets and retraced my dirty little secret throughout the evening. Daddy once referred to me as his little l****a, if only he knew just how much truth there was in his comment.
I was starting on that journey of self indulgence, mentally putting all the characters into place so there could be no escape for me once the action started.
I was creating my whole environment, as I rubbed my ‘little pearl’, my ‘little man in my boat’, now so awash with my vaginal lubrication, and my hand reached across the cushion and picked-up my bright red ‘Rabbit’, one with a very powerful vibration.
My hand shook as I tried to steady it between my drawn up knees, and aim it dead centre, for a plunge, a rough penetration, with the clit tickler pointing downwards and downwards, I loved to feel my anus being penetrated, and I was wet enough back there for it to wiggle its way inside my back door.
I pressed the TV remote and kept the sound low, everything was coming together, when the front door knocked. At first it was a quiet knock, as I don’t have an electric door bell.
You can imagine my anger at such a delicate moment, I love sex and hate to be interrupted once I have started, so I stopped the movie, cursing as I did so, switched off my Rabbit and put a cushion over him, I was not expecting anyone.
I closed my house coat to cover up my lingerie and nudity and went down my darkened hallway and peered through the spyhole. My heart almost stopped beating, it was my husbands friend John, a creepy guy, some would say a loner whom everyone still thought as a 56 year old virgin, as no one knew of any women he might have been with.
But the real truth behind my shock, was that we, my husband and I, knew he had a thing for me, on the night of my wedding, I let him touch me inappropriately, I was inebriated, and felt sorry for him, so when he asked if I was wearing tights or stockings, I let him put his hand up my wedding dress, and feel my bared thighs, and of course touch my vagina.
‘John’, I whispered as his fingers parted my labia, ‘you should not be there’, and not unsurprisingly did not stop him. We kissed on the mouth, somewhat awkwardly, as he thrust his fingers in and out, it really took great strength for me to break the connection, my head said ‘yes’, my body was willing to go further.
I peered through the spyhole again and his face, not a pretty sight to behold, looked so disappointed, the irony had not escaped me, John was the guy I always thought about whenever my masturbation night came along, and now, on a night like tonight, here he was outside my front door, if I opened it and let him inside, I could be having his baby in the morning.
My legs felt weak, my heart was suffering palpations, and my pussy was leaking like a sieve, everything my body was telling me, just like on my wedding night, screamed, ‘Let him fuck you’, only, as I watched him turn and start to descend the stone stairway, there was the voice of reason, my heads voice was strangely silent, and my voice said, ‘John’.
He stopped and turned to see me standing framed in the doorway. I saw his eyes traverse my body, covered by my terry-towelling coat, and my black large slutty diamond patterned stockings, from my mid-thigh down to my toes. I ad been thinking about letting him leave, as my hand opened the door.
John smiled, at last after all this time he would do what he always said I wanted, because he could see I was a teasing slut of a woman, it was hard to argue with a man whose fingers had been inside you moments earlier.
He walked up to me with a knowing sneer on his lips, and as he made to pass me, stole a kiss on my mouth, I did not resist as he pressed his claim on me home, even when his tongue penetrated my modesty, and licked to roof of my mouth.
I waked behind him, feeling nauseous, feeling like a piece of fuck meat about to be devoured, ‘Where is he them’, he asked me, as he looked around for my husband.
‘He has been offshore now for ten days’, I replied, adding, ‘but you already knew that John’, I said it commandingly, trying to gain the upper hand. John was physically more powerful than I, but more mentally immature in the ways of an experienced woman, I thought I would try to control the situation by being domineering.
‘Were you in the bath’, he asked me as I poured him a whiskey and handed it to him, I could see the small beads of perspiration on his upper lip, ‘Yes’, I replied coyly, ‘can’t you smell me’?
That last wry comment had not escaped John’s attention, ‘I can smell you’, he said with a hint of menace, then he evilly added, ‘but not the soap or scent’, he of course implied my cunt.
‘So what brings you too the Capital from Aberdeen’?
John just looked at me before saying, ‘You, actually’.
I swallowed loudly, as he continued, ‘your husband suggested I look in on you’, and as he spoke my mouth fell open, ‘he suggested I spend the night with you and fill in for him’.
I laughed out loud at the absurdity and ridiculousness of the suggestion, ‘My husband suggested you come down here and fuck me’?
I spat my words out, suddenly feeling ashamed of myself as what he said could so easily be true, because otherwise, he would not be standing in front of me.
My words went over John’s head, as if he was not prepared to listen to reason or anything that stood in his way of fucking me.
‘I’ll lay 100 to 1 you’re wearing stockings’, he said, his eyes on my lower legs, ‘you look like a slut’, he added, suddenly my fantasy was unfolding in both my minds eye and in reality in my kitchen.
I reached up to my terry towelling robe and eased the tie bind apart, ‘Why don’t you find out if you’re right or wrong’, I said in a defeated tone..
I could feel the robe open as his eyes lit up with what he saw underneath.
‘Take it off you fucking slut, you cheap whore’, and as in my sexual dream, I let it slip from my shoulder, ‘Bend over the fucking table’, he demanded, and as I turned my back to him, I saw him ease his leather belt from his pants, the evil look in his eyes frightened me, but I did as I was told.
When the leather landed across my bare buttocks, it felt like the smacks my father used to give me when I was naughty, but John’s aim was not that great, as the leather belt went across my buttocks, and around my thigh and the tip of it was against my clitoris.
I jumped in pain and put both hands down to cover my genitalia, now bruised and stinging, but John was having nothing of it, as he had removed his neck tie and began bounding my wrists behind me.
I struggled but it was a pointless exercise, as by now he was sitting atop my back as I lay face down on my tiled floor surface, he had me bound in minutes and I lay there in suspender belt and stockings only, with a huge red welt across my bum, rising where the leather had delivered his first of my six strokes, all delivered with equal f***e.
Then the weird sex started.
Annalisa
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